While the outside world was in turmoil due to Jian Wushuang's so-called 'fall', the inner layer of the eternal realm of life and death.
The Demon God Clan has a total of ten tribes. Each tribe has hundreds of thousands of tribesmen living in it. The ten tribes coexist harmoniously, and there is almost no fighting.
The eighth tribe, on an endless mountain range, has many densely packed houses made of piled stones, countless in number.
The gates of the tribe are all made of rocks.
Gu Yang, who was carrying a big bow and Jian Wushuang, stepped into the eighth tribe.
"Brother Guyang, are you back from hunting?"
"Gu Yan, who is that person you are carrying?"
You are all very enthusiastic about the tribe members.
"Father, who are you carrying?" A young man as tall as a mountain walked up to Guyang.
"This tribesman was seriously injured. Go and invite Grandma Ying here." Guyang said.
"Okay." The young man nodded, and then immediately went to invite the old lady.
Gu Yang brought Jian Wushuang to a stone house and placed Jian Wushuang on the stone bed. Not long after, the young man came in with an old woman with a weathered face and a dragon-headed crutch.
"Grandma Ying." Gu Yang humbly shouted.
"Yes." Granny Ying responded, walked to the bed, and looked at Jian Wushuang on the bed with a slightly turbid gaze.
At this moment, Jian Wushuang's consciousness had fallen into a coma.
"This baby..." Grandma Ying stared at Jian Wushuang, her slightly squinted eyes suddenly opened, and there was a flash of light deep in her eyes.
"Grandma Ying, what's wrong?" Gu Yang asked in confusion.
"This doll has such a pure soul breath." Granny Ying said.
"The soul aura is very pure?" Gu Yang's expression changed and he looked at Jian Wushuang in surprise.
"The soul aura is the essence of our people. The purer the soul aura, the higher the concentration of his bloodline. And with such a pure soul aura, his bloodline concentration is definitely comparable to those of the tenth generation of our clan.
It may even be higher." Grandma Ying admired, with a hint of surprise on her face.
"What? The tenth generation clan member?" Gu Yang couldn't help but be surprised.
Their tribe is the ancient god tribe!
As for the Demon God Clan, that is what the powerful sects from all over the Sky Domain call them.
Their ancestors were ancient gods who could shatter heaven and earth.
They all have the blood of the ancient gods, but after their ancestors lost their traces, their clansmen passed it down from generation to generation, and the blood of the ancient gods became increasingly thinner. They have lived in this eternal world of life and death for endless years, and now they have
, has been passed down for hundreds of generations, and the number of clan members has reached one million, but the pure bloodline of the ancient gods is becoming less and less.
For example, among their clan of ancient gods, 99% of them can only become bronze-armored ancient gods once they are baptized. There are also some who, even after being baptized, cannot awaken their bloodline and become ancient gods.
Only a very few can awaken the bloodline of the Silver Armored Ancient God after being baptized.
As for the golden-armored ancient gods, they are even rarer. In a tribe of 100,000 people, there are only about ten or twenty golden-armored ancient gods.
This is because the bloodline of the Ancient God is getting thinner and thinner.
As for what Granny Shadow said, the tenth generation clan members have extremely high bloodline of the ancient gods. There are only a few clansmen of the ancient god clan who are still living in the eternal world of life and death, and they are within the tenth generation.
"With such a pure soul aura and such a rich bloodline, if this doll is baptized and becomes the Silver-armored Ancient God, it will definitely be no problem. Even if it becomes the Gold-armored Ancient God, it is very possible," Granny Ying said.
"Golden-armored Ancient God?" Gu Yan's heart moved.
In their entire tribe, there are only a dozen golden-armored ancient gods, each of whom is extremely ancient and extremely respected.
The birth of every golden-armored ancient god is a great joy for the entire ancient god clan.
"Where did you meet this doll? Which tribe does he come from?" Granny Ying asked.
"I don't know which tribe he comes from. I only know that his name is Jian Wushuang. I was hunting before and happened to meet him. He was also being chased by an outsider, so I rescued him and took him with me.
Back." Guyang said.
"Jian Wushuang?" Granny Ying frowned, "Most of my Ancient God clan has the surname Gu. Although there are other surnames, they are very few. And I have never heard of any of these surnames having Jian as their surname.
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"However, no matter which tribe he comes from, since he has such a pure soul breath, he must be a member of my ancient god clan. This cannot be wrong."
"Gu Yang, you go out first and leave this doll to me." Granny Ying said.
"Yes." Gu Yang nodded, glanced at Jian Wushuang again, and left directly.
In the stone house, only Jian Wushuang and the shadow mother-in-law were left.
Grandma Ying sat down next to the stone bed and stretched out her arms. The protruding spot on her arm slowly squirmed. In just a moment, an extremely ferocious-looking insect with densely packed tentacles crawled out of Grandma Ying's arm.
"Jiu, heal this baby's wounds, and also give him a drop of your blood essence." Grandma Ying said.
Hearing this, the ferocious insect on his arm raised its head and looked at Granny Shadow in obvious surprise.
Its blood essence has great effects. On average, it can only accumulate one drop every ten thousand years. It is extremely precious and would not be given to others under normal circumstances, but now Granny Ying has ordered it to give a drop of its blood essence to Jian Wushuang.
Although he was surprised, the insect did not go against Granny Ying's words. Soon it got into Jian Wushuang's arm and spit out a drop of blood at the same time.
As soon as this drop of blood appeared in Jian Wushuang's body, Jian Wushuang's body began to absorb this drop of blood involuntarily.
With the absorption, the injuries in his body began to recover at an alarming speed. Even Jian Wushuang's arm, which had been chopped off by the black-robed old man An Chao, began to be repaired directly at this moment.
This drop of essence and blood obviously has the effect of bringing the dead back to life.
Not only that, after this drop of blood essence is completely absorbed, Jian Wushuang's vitality will also skyrocket.
If the lifespan of a person in the Lingxiao realm is ten thousand years, then Jian Wushuang at this moment can live for at least fifty thousand years.
In just a moment, Jian Wushuang's broken arm had completely recovered, and the injuries in his body were almost healed, but the exhausted spiritual power and blood essence could not completely recover Jian Wushuang.
On the stone bed, Jian Wushuang's consciousness slowly awoke, and his eyes slowly opened.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Jian Wushuang saw Granny Ying next to the bed.
"Doll, are you awake?"
Grandma Ying was looking at him with a gentle expression.